As spring arrived, Stella turned a corner and found herself in a sunnier place. I'm soaking it up, people. All of a sudden, she seems more social. Of course she's still shy in some situations, but lately, nothing really seems out of the ordinary for her age. At the playground last week, she complimented an… Continue reading Happy Stella progresses with yoked prism goggles and vision therapy
As someone who owns a gorgeous multi-hued J.Crew scarf and wears it every single day as evidence that she has, in fact, not "given up" and abandoned herself, I am a fan of the company. Once in a while, the kids catalog features uber stylish children in glasses, and they even sell kids' frames. So… Continue reading Humanity’s Awakening: Pink toenails on boys and media tantrums are all good
Neither Stella nor I are particularly dainty. Except when Stella runs on her toes, which is quite graceful and precious. (I do it, too, even when playing basketball, but it doesn't have the same effect.) She looks like a tiny fairy ballerina prancing about, excitedly granting wishes, instead of a toddler, running around wreaking havoc.… Continue reading Unladylike ladies
Stella screamed, at the top of her incredibly powerful 16-month-old lungs, several times at Gymboree today. Because she wanted the almighty red-headed puppet Gymbo, but he was a crowd of toddlers away and busy hanging out with someone else. Because a smiley classmate found a stray bubble next to her on the slide, and she… Continue reading Thwarting an emerging toddler dictatorship
I remember one day, having been home from college for a brief stint, my mother, who is a pretty wonderful kick-ass character, sensed that I was not doing so well. She drove me back to school, and as I reluctantly got out of the car, she suddenly put her hand on my arm and said,… Continue reading What would my mom and Kevin Garnett do?